And if I say—it must be done—it must:
A debt of honour which my clansmen crave,
Their very dead demand it from the grave.”
Conjuring then their ghosts, he humbly prayed
Their patience till the blood-debt should be paid.
But Ronald stopped him.—“Sir, Sir, do not dim
Your honour by a moment’s angry whim;
Your soul’s too just and generous, were you cool,
To act at once the assassin and the fool.
Bring me the men on whom revenge is due,